I take my tray to the bar, and as I lean on it, I briefly stretch out my back to stop it from locking up. The lounge is always busy on a Friday and Saturday night, but this Friday seems to be extra busy. Why are both of my jobs running me off my feet this week.?
“Can I get a Tom Collins, a glass of the Four Roses, and a glass of the 2010 Pionero Cabernet Sauvignon?”
“Coming up,” Chayton nods, working on my drink order.
I turn to tend to my tables only to crash into a human wall. I stumble back but firm hands catch me and hold me steady.
“I’m so sorry!” I instinctively cry out. I look up into familiar hazel eyes and gulp when I register where I’ve seen them before.
“I just seem to keep knocking you down,” Mr Chapman teases with a contrite look on his face.
“It was entirely my fault t
